Aubade with Broken Fingers

 

She’s doing some aching
again, greeting the day with open
hands and a moaning heart,

starting a song on this sky piano
with knuckles lost
to greater fights.

She’s right at the center of that
rising sun, mourning
loss of full
moon, the way
the ceiling
of this world lights up
just a little too soon.

 

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Written for Poetic Asides

 

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3 Responses to Aubade with Broken Fingers

  1. Sherry Marr says:

    Oh my goodness, this is gorgeous. Cannot even find the words.

  2. Kir Piccini says:

    Your words always just fill me up.
    Gorgeous. 💗

  3. qbit says:

    “starting a song on this sky piano
    with knuckles lost
    to greater fights.” – Fantastic

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